In a dimly lit room, Natalia Kapretti kneeled before her mistress Kat, her eyes fixed on the cold and commanding stare of the woman who held all her power. The cage around her neck that held her collar rattled slightly as she swallowed hard. Sweat trickled down her face and back, the air thick with tension and anticipation.
"Good girl," Kat purred, running a possessive finger down her slave's shorn scalp. "Keep collecting shit for me." The word 'shit' echoed ominously in the small space they shared, reminding Natalia of her humiliating task.
With trembling hands, Natalia reached into a bowl of warm, steaming feces and lifted out a large dollop. Holding her breath against the nasty stench, she extended it towards Kat's face. Slowly, her mistress leaned forward, her lips curling into a ferocious smile. With a strong strike, she slapped the feces into Natalia's open mouth and then forced her to swallow it, letting out a slow, deep breath when it was finally gone.
"That's my good girl. Now go collect more," Kat commanded, tossing another bowl towards Natalia. The slave obediently reached inside, feeling her skin crawl at the thought of what she was doing. But she knew better than to disobey.
Hour after hour, Natalia kept at her task, collecting and presenting feces to her mistress. Kat watched her intently, a sense of power coursing through her veins as she subjected her slave to such humiliation. By the end of the day, Natalia stank to the high heavens, her clothes sticky with dirt and excrement. She was nothing but a beast of burden, and yet she couldn't help but feel a twisted pleasure in serving her mistress in this way.
Finally, as night fell and their session came to an end, Kat leaned back, pleased with her slave's obedience. "Tomorrow," she purred, running a single finger down Natalia's spine, "I want you to bring me a suitcase filled with your shit. I'll give you a special treat if you do it right."
Natalia trembled at the thought, both terrified and aroused. She knew she would do anything to earn her mistress's approval. And so, as she crawled away to clean herself as best she could, she could already feel the weight of the shit clinging to her like a second skin. It was her burden, and she would carry it proudly, for her mistress's sake.
